There are people singing songs, people playing instruments.
People reciting poetry and all the wise messages written on their souls.
People coping, changing, taking care of kids.
People chanting, people dancing.
People saying prayers, people building ventilators. People teaching, people shopping for the elderly.
All those zooming and blooming, dreaming and mindfully self-quarantining.
Yoga warriors, woodworkers, and health-care workers. Rappers, collaborators, and rhythmatists.
People sharing their moods, people sharing their muses.
So many people I see doing so many beautiful things while stuck inside.
RichRant 